Fantasy RoH: Larhara - The Desert

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Larhara - The Desert

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The westernmost region, this desert wasteland is a lawless paradise. Known for its scorching dunes and hidden oases, Larhara is populated by nomadic cultures that are scattered throughout the region. If you can look past the soul draining heat, it’s quite a magical place.​

~The epicenter of Larhara is mostly inhabitable due to extreme weather, though it is rumored that mythical creatures dwell within. The shoreline provides humidity and fishing, with scattered palm trees and grasses inland.
~Some locations might include; sand, sand, and more sand! Caravans pass frequently along the border and with enough luck, you might find a private oasis.

Larhara - The Oasis

Artist: crs1009

Just a day’s trip from the border, the Oasis was capitalized not long after discovery. This is a hub for travelers, nomads, and traders. The small body of water is surrounded by a rock carved city, makeshift living spaces, tents, trade caravans, etc. It is rumored the small town is run buy a group of elite who support views which oppose the Capital; Yanir.​

~Beware, the Oasis attracts terrifying and marvelous beings! It goes without saying that one should watch their back and their coin purse when visiting. Other NPCs include; stall owners/fences, black-market sellers, tavern employees, criminals, convicts, blacksmith, villagers, brothels, etc.

~Reminder - Players may post in any location within Larhara and create NPCs for locations/people as they see fit.

This location is OPEN. Please enter with posts as you see fit. Thank you for the participation! ​

 

[Vyolence]

Azuzena - Location: The Oasis​

It was nearly noon in Larhara as the sun perched high above the Oasis. The potent rays singed the desert surface and left little unscathed. Despite the draining heat, people continued their daily bustle; fetching water, gathering food, and tending to the needs of such a small town. The surrounding structures might appear to be a shanty town, though it was very much alive. One of the tallest structures overlooking the life below remained unfinished - a sort of bell tower that was halted nearing completion. Wooden beams towered upwards only to support the sky above. Scaffolding and drop cloths were expertly placed, now collecting dust and providing temporary hiding places for rodents and vagrants.

Perched upon a lateral beam, a vibrant lilac being lounged in midday sun, elegant arms supporting her lithe frame. Draped in plain linens, they clung loosely against her curves to form a sort of sleeveless robe - secured by a single brass belt around her waist. The sharp features of her face cast small shadows as she raked an observatory gaze over the Oasis. It was awfully quiet these days, not a single stabbing in a week! This moral pace put the Djinn in a lazy frame of mind. Slender fingers clenched a smoldering cigar, wrapped in an aromatic paper. Lifting it slowly to her pursed lips, her opaline hues would roll behind her eyelids as she inhaled the smoking herb.

Just as she would exhale, a shrill of terror disturbed her moment of meditation. Piquing a manicured brow, she inclined her gaze to the woman who screamed in protest as she was dragged towards a stable. Now that's just, unfortunate. A warm breeze carved it's way through the town, jostling strands of raven colored hair around the Djinn's face. She'd ever so slowly move a finger to hook one of the strands as she watched the scene below. Oh, is that hero? I'll be damned. A wicked grin tugged on the corners of her lips as she observed another man grabbing the woman in protest. It appears to be a classic case of damsel in distress. Well it isn't a stabbing, but it's something. Her features fell passive again as she took another drag and watched with a predatory gaze from her perch.

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[Vyolence]

Azuzena - Location: The Oasis​

The sun perched high before them now, the strength of its rays nearly debilitating - mostly to those who didn’t inhabit the region. Upon her perch the Djinn would lounge with cat-like grace as her appendages draped below. Rolled paper pressed between her lips and her visage turned to observe the enthralling scene below. Oh, this is a spectacle indeed. She appeared to be dozing off, waking suddenly before she would completely drift off, repeatedly. Her dilapidated bell tower was adjacent to the unfurling scene below. It appeared a tavern was separated from a row of buildings, creating two narrow alleys. Off to the side, a man attempts to drag a maiden into the shadows while an unfamiliar hero protests.

Suddenly the disturbance commanded attention as the vibration of energy expanded from their epicenter. Oh, now what’s this? The few people who passed through this part of the Oasis would scatter from sight while patrons seated at the taverns porch looked on with interest. A few drunken calls escaped the onlookers as the young woman’s body began to illuminate. Veins could be seen pulsating in the form of silhouettes before they broke free of their confines and slithered to life. Twisting into shapes which encased the entirety of her form, the fleshy material began to harden into a thick carapace. The two men stepped back in unison as horror struck their grungy features, a patron in the distance vomiting audibly at the sight. The corner of Azuzena’s tinted lips would tug upwards to form a twisted grin - as this was truly unexpected. Most creatures of Larhara understood that the most feral of beings were not welcomed in the Oasis.

Yet at this point, the woman who was strewn about the ground coiled into her unsightly form and released a strange sound. A large hump had formed between her shoulder blades that appeared to twitch as its mass pulsated. As she rolled onto her stomach the carapace began to extend from the base of her spine to for a long, jagged tail. A gurgling sound escaped, this time forming a howl that lurched her body into a standing position as the strange mass burst with fluid. Another retch sounded off in the distance. Tall spikes jutted from their confines, forming the coastal margin for a pair of translucent wings. As her transformation now seemed complete, she removed a thick reed from her waistband. With the flick of a wrist, two narrow blades extended from the strange sheath. A bug with a blade, well that’s downright terrifying. Frozen in fear, the men stood completely still as the weapon gained momentum in her grasp. It took one motion to disembowel her attacker and behead her rescuer. The inebriated onlookers of the tavern would scatter in a panic as they quickly sought shelter.

A strange chirping sound escaped the now feral creature that slowly approached the writhing body she gutted. He was still aspirating, eyes wide with panic as the insect crouched and extended a hand to gather the small intestines. Was that someone retching out of the window to the Tavern? The Djinn was sitting upright now, her chin resting within her narrow palm. Her cigar was reduced to ash and now her attention was directed entirely upon the murderous creature. This might be better than a stabbing. The creature lurked in the shadows of an alley as her prey was soon discovered, awaiting any who might enter the alley in search of answers.

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